My relationship with Eurovision has always been ambivalent. There were so many bad memories as well as good ones associated with it... Particularly as the BBC of the time presented their cold face of moral rectitude in censuring me for being named in the divorce case of someone I believed I was engaged to and who turned out to already have a wife. Rolf Harris, his manager, his director and the BBC conspired to have me removed from his TV show in which I was presenting the six Eurovision songs to the viewers. They did not want me to harm his reputation as a family entertainer...
As someone who's owned a recording studio, has been making records professionally for over 13 years, and has played in several touring bands, I realise that an album "by a cat" must seem absurd. But as with everything that involves BUB, the project came about organically and seemingly out of thin air (or directly from BUB's mind)...
One thing you must never ever do when you have the privilege of running a channel like Sky Arts is talk nonsense. This is the number one rule of running an arts channel, with the addendum that you must be able to stroke your beardy chin and say something frighteningly clever and well informed about everything you see, no matter how bad it might be.
Since starting this project, some commentators have put it to me that women-only shows are the answer. I do not agree, for numerous reasons. I am not an economist, or schooled in the music business, but how would the cost of this impact on smaller, independent labels, venues and acts?
Yuletide nostalgia from the BBC - Ed 'Stewpot' Stewart returns on Christmas Day with a special edition of Junior Choice. I remember this well - the only programme that would escape my parents' beeline for the off switch in the mid-70s, when shared frequencies meant accidental exposure to Radio 1.
It may be a cliche, but I believe the best things in life ARE free and are about experiences, not shoes, cars or contouring make up. In this world, unfortunately, we are rarely reminded of how much goodness there is around us just for the taking - the balance is completely skewed.
To be completely honest with you, 2015 hasn't been a vintage year for music has it? Sorry about that!
The Jolly Boys, brought together through their mutual love of football have come together with rock group Jagged Edge to release a charity single they hope will raise thousands of pounds for diabetes charities around the country.
I've known two Kanyes in my time. The stage Kanye: Since he burst onto the scene as the intelligent rapper on the block with 2004's College Dropout album, he's transformed into this brilliant, bolshy, self-indulgent caricature - parading around the stage with bravado. And these days he's given himself a promotion to Yeezus status.
Professor Elemental has almost single-handedly made 'chap-hop' famous. It's a wonderful mix of catchy hip-hop tunes and rap done in a classically English accent. His songs brilliantly essay being British, with all its good sides and bad.
You're probably reading this post on a computer or mobile device via a vibrant glow emitted by the screen. So readily available to many of us, light and power only becomes evident in their unexpected absence - the frustration of dead batteries, power outages and darkness. Yet for 622million people in Africa, energy poverty is the norm. Home to one-sixth of the world's population, Africa receives only 4% of the world's energy supply... Inspired by my own childhood I knew that we could electrify Africa now, and we could do it quickly.
In geographical terms, Britain may be small compared to the land mass of many other countries, but what's packed into these islands is a wealth of creative talent. In electronic music, there are a disproportionate number of acts from the UK lighting up the world's stages when you take into account that we're just a fairly insignificant territory off the west coast of Europe.
I thought the combination of cheery-poppy-happy-happy meets brutal death metal was the weirdest thing to hit the headbanging scene in decades. That is until a cross-dressing Australian beef cake wrestler and two diminutive Japanese girls destroyed whatever remained of my WTF-ometer.
Their concert doesn't disappoint: from a simple stage, which consists of perpendicular decks and the artists themselves, they fill the cavernous space of Ally Pally with music and light.
Whatever you think about the Call of Duty games, they are certainly epic. You can't go long without killing someone or getting killed yourself, or explosions destroying military bases as you zoom through hordes of commandos, leaving trails of dead bodies behind you. All accompanied by the sounds of bullets ripping out of assault rifles, and explosions crushing buildings into powdery rubble.
Hearing the completed versions of Too Many Broken Hearts and Especially For You in particular, were moments in my professional life that I will never forget, the door was wide open and I was at the centre of this incredible moment in time. You just knew that something magical was happening. It was very exciting.